Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Bill Bowerman once said, "The real purpose of running isn 't to win a race, it 's to test the limits of the human heart." That was the quote that was running through my mind as I kept in pace with my best friend Tyler, the sounds of our jogging almost rhythmic. The cool afternoon air cleared my busy mind, and as we rounded the corner of the park 's running trail, out stopping place near the duck pond came to view. Beside me, I heard a sharp intake of breath come from Tyler, signaling that he too

I decided to go for my usual desk in every classroom; all the way in the back, since it was the best location to really observe people. Looking around the room, there were roughly twenty of us in attendance, quite unusual for such a big ass classroom. Even stranger was the fact half of us were male and the other half female. It’s like it was planned from the beginning. Not recognizing anyone from the group, except those obvious two from earlier, I put in one of my earbuds, leaving the other out

My bare feet crossed over the double yellow lines of the busy road that divided the parking lot and the bay as I carried my flip-flops in one hand and my phone in the other. The burning sun directed its rays towards my shoulders and I could feel my skin getting hotter by the second. I watched as my family and neighbors began crossing the rickety bridge that led to the dock and just as it had in the car, my mind began to race. I couldn’t help but think of all the shark attacks that had occurred in

I walked along the shoreline, pleasantly stepping from rock to rock with my fishing rod in one hand and my tackle box in the other. Even though the sun was barely hovering over the horizon, there was still an hour of good daylight left. As I looked for a place where I wanted to fish. I admired the orange reflection on the ocean. I stepped down off the big rocks, and continued on my path, stepping over seashells, bunches of seaweed, and the occasional washed up buoy. Farther down the seashore, I finally

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect. “Run,” an elderly man shouted at his students, interrupting his photosynthesis moment. “Off the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself

I barely open my eyes and see a roof of a big airplane, a couple feet away. I gaze around and see my mom, who has shorts and a tank top on, to my left, and my dad, who has khakis and a T-shirt, to my right. I sit up and look at the GPS hanging down from the roof of the airplane. The GPS said we are right on the shoreline. I tried to peek out the window, but we were in the middle section of the broad airplane. Soon enough, I get a good look out the window and saw the island. Hawaii! I did a

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect. “Run,” an elderly man shouted at his students, interrupting his photosynthesis moment. “Off the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself

Sunday morning arrived, two weeks since their grand melee, and Mauricio thought it was appropriate to go home and see how Consuelo was doing again. Hoping he had given her enough time to cool down, there he found her watching Sunday morning news while clipping coupons. He greeted her with a simple, “Hi, Mom! How are you doing?” And, planted a big kiss on her cheek. Consuelo’s silence was his cue that she was still upset with him. Sensing she was still disconcerted he walked right in to his room

Colors are flashing. Faint sounds fill the air. Everything’s a blur, like it’s being swept up by the wind. I try to find my footing and stand up, but I just fall back down again. I try to grasp onto my last memories, searching for answers. The only memory I find is my name. Shailene Fonder. When my vision returns back to normal, I see that I am sitting on the greenest patch of grass. When I look around, I see that it is my own front yard, yet I don’t remember my life before the blur. I see trees

Hi!! Welcome to my next Kellic which I 'm real excited to introduce. I wanted to state real fast that this book is currently titled Trouble - Stripped, but it may change at the end to just Trouble. The reason I might change it is because this book may be able to be twisted into a series, therefore the second book would be titled Stripped. Kellin and Vic are both very rebellious throughout the entire book, so don 't be surprised if there 's violence or rule breaking. Also, there 's going to be a lot